Page 32 of Wicked Union

I gasp for air, panting hard as he pulls out of me. Blood coats my thighs, but Tito doesn’t care as he turns me around and bendsme over the couch. He spreads my cheeks wide, exposing my ass to him, and what little shame I had left seems to melt away. It hurts when he forces his thick girth into me, but my moisture slicks his dive into my ass.

I moan in pleasure as he fucks me here too, his fingers rubbing at my clit while he plunges deep inside me. He talks dirty in my ear now, telling me how much he loves it, how tight I am, how no one else will ever have me again or else they'll suffer. I believe him. After tonight, I don’t think I will ever want normal again. I know he’s the only one who will ever make me feel this way.

I come again, screaming his name into the cushion as he pounds into me from behind and my ass clenches around his cock. Tito growls and roars out his release, fingers digging into my hips as he collapses against me. The heat of his explosion warms me from the inside, but the sweat of his chest against my back is just as hot, comforting me. His hands wrap around my body, cupping my tits as he kisses the back of my shoulder.

"Do you trust me?" he asks in a soft, gravelly voice, and I nod. He pulls out, leaving me draped over the couch, and smacks my ass lightly. "Let's shower. I have to be ready."

With the vodka still strong in the air, I follow him upstairs, walking naked and coated in sex and blood. I do trust him, but I need to make some decisions for myself now. Carlos has to be stopped, and there's only one way to do that. I just don't know how Tito will feel about it.

24

TITO

More than a week after our encounter with the Russians, I am healing and we are holding our ground. The situation with the Feds and their money laundering charges is at a stalemate. Dad's lawyers are doing what they can, but Aaron seems to think it's looking more and more questionable. Someone is fucking with the system, planting more evidence, gathering more dirt, and I know it's someone inside my own fucking organization.

The car bumps along the road, headed to Dad's house. Aria and I were enjoying dinner when I got the call. Not to be rushed, I told him I'd come when dinner was over, but it means she's along for the ride with me this time. Either I scared her enough to be obedient with that stunt last week or she's coming around on her own. She's been nothing but quiet and submissive to me since, except for in the bed. She still fights me like a little vixen in a trap, but it's all put on. She knows I love that shit.

"What does he want, though?" she asks, and her large eyes peer up at me through her thick lashes. A meeting with my father isn't an intimidating thing, normally, but Aria seems to be frightened.She knows nothing of the struggle I'm having to hold my father's faith and keep my brother under control, but she isn't meant to carry that, anyway.

"I'm not sure tonight." I pat her hand which is wrapped around my arm and try to calm her. I'm finding myself so drawn to this woman even in her difficult moments. Partnership has taken on an entirely new perspective for me. I'm hesitant to call it love because it makes me seem weak, but maybe love is what I need to be strong, to be the man I'm supposed to be. That idea rolls around inside my brain for a moment until she speaks again.

"Is he angry with you?" Her grip tightens, and she lays her head on my shoulder. I look up at the rearview mirror where Tony's eyes catch mine. He knows the struggle, how Carlos is trying to defame me on my father’s deathbed so the inheritance will be his. I don't even know how he came up with the idea. Carlos is an idiot. He'd never do this on his own, though he's capable of some very dark things if pushed that direction.

"He's not angry, Aria. He wants the best for his family, like any father does. That's all." I pat her hand again and kiss the top of her head.

The car pulls up outside and I say, "Stay here," but she whimpers.

"Please, let me come in. Don't make me wait in the car like a punished child." She clings to me as I open the door, and I sigh. She has me wrapped around her pinky. I'd probably do anything she asked so long as it was good for my business.

"Alright, but you have to wait in the living room. I don't think Dad will appreciate a woman during a meeting like this." Sliding out of the car, I take her hand and pull her along with me.

The dark dress she wears dangles around her shapely legs, hugging her hips. I can’t wait to get her home and remove it from her body, but first to deal with the wrath of my father. I lead her up to the front door and into the living room. I already hear the harsh rasp of his voice as he complains about something Carlos has done.

I cup Aria's cheek, drawing a kiss from her lips as moral support. "Stay here,mia cara. I'll be back."

She nods at me as I walk away and watches me as I vanish into my father's study. He lies prone on the couch, covered in a blanket so thick it hides his scrawny body, wasting away from barely eating.

"Get in here," he grumbles, and I shut the door behind me.

Carlos stands in the corner with a glass of whiskey in hand. Beads of sweat cling to his forehead, but his dark smirk chases me, haunting me as I perch on the edge of the coffee table next to my dying father. Dad sucks in a few heavy breaths and closes his eyes, opening them slowly.

"What is it, Papa?" I ask, resting a hand on his hand.

"Tito," he scratches out, barely making a tone. It's mostly breath. "Carlos has shared some awful things. You've been fighting the Russians, and they're moving in?" I hear the disappointment in his voice. I hoped to have kept this from him, to ease his transition into the next life without so much anxiety over this one.

"I've got it, Papa. It's under control. Our enemies have struck us. I'm only pushing back." What I'm doing is the right move. It will only turn in our favor, and soon. With the Peraltas fighting alongside us, soon, Uhkov will see how formidable we are andhow he won’t ever be able to overpower us. My plan will work. I'll just have to be patient when it comes to owning the Peralta family. If it even comes to that anymore. Hector is eating out of my hand as it is. Without an heir, they will all fall in line soon.

"It's a disgrace, Tito. Years—" He rasps, then begins to cough. The coughing continues for several minutes. Blood and sputum soak his handkerchief, and I glare at Carlos when Father's eyes are shut. My brother is evil and sadistic. Who would put an elderly man on his deathbed in such a state of emotional chaos?

"Papa, I'm in complete control. We did not strike our enemies. They saw that we were forming such a strong alliance with the Peraltas and moved in to wreak havoc. They want to weaken us while we are not yet fully aligned." I put his glass of water in his hand, and he sips from it.

There is no way Carlos isn't behind this somehow. And now at the very end, too. How can he be this heartless to his own father? I've seen the evil of which he's capable, but I never imagined he'd use it against our father. And only because he wants my power. Will I have to take him out too? Is he the one putting the Russians up to this, or is my mind hazed over with the threat of intimidation too?

"Your brother is concerned, Tito, and so am I. We've had years of peace with Uhkov and his family. This is unheard of. You must stop this warring. Things are so volatile right now. You can't risk it." Dad sips the water again and hands the glass back to me. He's so weak, the water in the glass sloshes as his hand shakes.

"I'm taking care of it. Okay?" I have a mind to slash Carlos's throat, but unlike him, I remain loyal to my family even when they are disloyal to me. If I find he's doing something to hurt my family, however, God help him.

"I believe you," Dad rasps and then sighs. Another few coughs puff out of his chest, but these ones are weak. I notice there is no ashtray, no pack of cigarettes or a pipe. Not even a cigar lying around. He's not even strong enough to feed his addiction, which is probably killing him. The withdrawal is horrible. I don't know how he can stand it.

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